Troggoths live a simple life. They sleep, wonder in their caves, consume mushrooms and then go back to sleep. Sometimes they are herded by grots to do a bit of destruction, but overall they live secluded lives. Such was the life of Dunn the Dankhold Troggoth and the Troggherd they were a part of. Many nights were spent simply sleeping and living out their relatively peaceful lives. Every day was simple, and that’s how Dunn liked it. That was until a year ago when their Troggherd was attacked by Iron Jawz Orruks.
The battle was fast and devastating, but none of the Troggs were killed, rather captured by the conniving greenskins and brought to their base in Ghur. It was very different from the fungal covered caves they were used to, rather it was an iron fortress that bellowed thick smog from their chimneys. Fires were spewed from giant furnaces and molten metal poured into moulds of armour and weapons. The Troggs were forced to work in the factory to make the tools for their new Orruk masters. If they were behind their work, they’d be converted with mechanical augments to limit their free will and improve their work load. Even death wasn’t a means of escape as the Iron Jawz had a necromancer to raise the decaying Troggs as even more mindless drones. This was the life that Dunn suffered through for the year they lived in that factory, augmented with various scrap limbs and tied down by chains.
A year has passed since their incarceration, and Dunn was still alive but barely hanging on. Their will was on the brink of collapse, and they feared that death would soon take them to undeath. It was a dark night this night, it was often with the smoke stacks bellowing out thick clouds of smog across the sky. However, this night was to be a special night for the Troggs trapped in the factory as a beam of light piercing through the smog. This light was bright garish yellow and felt unnatural. Dunn looked up slowly and stared at the source of this light: a giant moon with a crooked smile seemed to be staring back down at the Troggoth.
The Bad Moon has made its way to the Troggoths, and their minds were suddenly clear. Clear of influence, infection, and even clear of the control of the necromancer. For the first time in many moons, they were free. Dunn, in a moment of defiance and with a mighty roar, ripped himself from his shackles and crushed the unfortunate orruk tasked to keep an eye on them. In that instant, all the Troggoths began to wreak havoc in the factory, destroying equipment and killing any guards in their way. It was a bloody battle, many of the Troggoths were killed in this outbreak, however Dunn stood strong. Any damage done to Dunn was quickly regenerated, to the point where it was as if he wasn’t touched at all. In a matter of hours, the Troggoths that were alive managed to escape the Factory, Dunn leading them out of the ruined building and charging towards the Bad Moon. As they rushed out, Dunn let out a war cry that will be the battle cry of this newly liberated Troggherd: “Light good, light freedom, light home!” Thus begins the story of the newest Troggboss to trample the mortal realms: Dunn da Libratedd!
